The man is impossible

And I don't mean the Mite.

So the Nostrumite and I, we work, we slave, we grind out episodes like Sarah Palin grinding out grizzlies, and what does he do? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. They're sitting there, piled up on his whatever, while he goes out gallivanting and clubbing baby seals and generally enjoying total hoo-ha. In other words, Menick has sent both of us into a state of permanent depression. "What Would Menick Do?" Well, aside from putting off narrating Nostrums, we would have to answer, Not much.

Aaaaarrrrrggghhhhh!

Finally you can listen to himself ruin yet another episode, or read it as we originally wrote it, before he tucked his liver lips into it.